Sora 2
A wonderful day was dawning in the Valley of the Smeshariki. Ezhik, with a ticket in his little paw and anticipation in his heart, was heading to the cinema. Today they were showing a new film about butterflies, and Ezhik was absolutely impatient. He carefully walked along the path, pondering what flavor the popcorn would be today. But suddenly, right in the middle of the path, sprawling out to its full scaly length, appeared… a huge crocodile! It was so big that it blocked the entire path to the cinema, and its eyes gleamed with an evil green light. Ezhik froze, his ticket falling from his paw. — U-um, excuse me, please, — he began timidly, — could you please move aside? I’m really in a hurry for the film… The crocodile merely blinked slowly, opening its mouth full of sharp teeth, and a low, guttural growl escaped from it. Realizing that politeness wouldn’t help here, Ezhik, in a trembling voice, grabbed his phone and dialed the only number that could help in such a situation: — Krosh! Urgently! There’s a crocodile here! A huge one! It’s not letting me into the cinema! A second later, Krosh came rushing over with a thunderous noise and a cloud of dust, cheerful and energetic as always. — Who’s not letting my friend into the cinema?! — Krosh shouted, seeing the crocodile. — Hey you, toothy one! Move aside, now! He ran up to the crocodile, started jumping around, and laughed so loudly and infectiously out of his own fearlessness that… the crocodile began to tremble. First with a slight shiver, then more intensely. Its scales began to shimmer strangely in all the colors of the rainbow, its eyes bulged out, and with a deafening BANG! it simply disappeared, leaving behind only a small crater and a faint smell of caramel. Ezhik and Krosh looked at each other in bewilderment, then at the crater. — Now that’s what I call the power of positivity! — Krosh declared proudly. — Though we won’t make it to the cinema now. Maybe we should go see Kopatych? He promised some pancakes, I think. Slightly stunned but happy, the friends headed to Kopatych’s place. The bear met them at his den, smiling broadly. — Ah, dear guests! Come in, come in! I just put the kettle on! Ezhik and Krosh went inside. Kopatych was always so hospitable and good-natured. But as soon as he turned to the samovar… Kopatych’s back began to swell, his fur stood on end, his eyes filled with red light, and a low, unhuman growl escaped from his mouth. He slowly turned around, and what looked at the friends was no longer the kind face of Kopatych, but a monstrous snout with fangs and glowing eyes. — WAAAI! — Ezhik and Krosh screamed in one voice. They shot out of Kopatych’s house like bullets, ran through the entire vegetable garden without looking where they were going, and flopped down behind the nearest cardboard box that stood by the fence. — What was that? — Ezhik whispered, trembling. — I don’t know, but I think he wanted to eat us! — Krosh replied fearfully, pressing close to Ezhik. At that moment, the ground began to shake. The trembling grew stronger, and a yellow wave appeared on the horizon. It approached at incredible speed, and soon Ezhik and Krosh saw that it was… bananas! An enormous number of bananas, which were peeling themselves, spinning aggressively, and, like a tsunami, sweeping away everything in their path. They crushed trees, broke bushes, tore down fences, turning everything into a sticky, yellow mush. The wave of aggressive bananas was heading straight for their flimsy cardboard box. — This is the end… — Ezhik whispered, closing his eyes. — But what a bright one! — Krosh managed to shout before they were swallowed up by the wave of fruit madness. The aggressive bananas destroyed everything in their path, leaving behind only a clean, yellow space where the Valley of the Smeshariki once was.